Chapter 1: The Snow White in the Sleeping Forest
There are blobs of light being refracted, and a gust lifting the powdered snow.
--Ehh鈥?
I hold onto the handles, firmly tilting the Icemobile. I spin the steering wheel to the right to climb the mid-wall, and after a pause, I turn left to the curb, and then to the right curb imdiately. The tunnel of ice continues to extend, and though the scenery is simple and repetitive, I can't relax one bit.
The temperature is -16o Celsius, fairly warm compared to how it usually is in this underground world, where the walls and ceiling are completely frozen, and the breath released between the lips floats back like a white cot.
"I say, it's about ti to rest now, isn't it?" I hear an unenthusiastic voice behind ,
"We've been traveling for 6 hours already!"
--Really.
I ignore the voice of my colleague who wants to slack off, and strengthen my grip on the handles of the three-wheeled vehicle. Right, right, left, right, left. There's a need for continuous cornering skills in the tunnel. In those monts, I lower my waist and twist my body. I match my breathing with the bounce, absorb the impact of the shocks with my knees, and shift my weight in a rhythmic manner.
"Hey, you listening, Amaryllis? Hey, Amaryllis Alstroeria?"
"Shut up鈥?" I shout out, cutting off that cheesy voice, and continue to turn. The goal is near, just another 30 seconds away鈥?20鈥?10. There's a light at the end of the narrow tunnel, a wide world out there--
--Now鈥?
Bonk! We bounce off the ice floor, going towards the very tall place that seems like a dance hall.
--Brake鈥?
I maintain the balance of the vehicle, and at the sa ti, activate the reverse jets to kill the speed as we land. Donk. The skates crash onto the floor, bouncing off like rubber several tis. The wheels gain balance and manage to land while killing the impact.
"Phew鈥?
I fasten the front wheels to steady the vehicle and finally heave a sigh of relief. I'm able to control the Icemobile and my own limbs after driving it for so long, but I still feel tense falling from such a great height.
"Hah!" With a growl, my colleague sitting beside landed too. Seeing the skates of a massive vehicle land and smash the ice with style is always a highlight.
"Goodness, well, we made it鈥?
He clicks his tongue, stroking the swept back hair that he is so proud of.
Can't you just land a little quietly?, he reprimands .
"Sorry to keep you waiting," a tranquil voice echoes in the hall.
I turn to look and find a tall, slender woman there. She's as pretty as a goddess, her hair glittering like an erald.
"Cattleya, it's been a while!"
"Thank you as usual, Miss Amaryllis." Cattleya pets her pretty, silky hair as she shows a gentle smile.
If I have to choose the prettiest lady in the world, she'll be the first person I'll nominate.
"How about it, Cattleya? Are you free tonight?"
"I-I'll be troubled, Mr. Eisbahn."
--This idiot!!
"Ow, owwwwww!!" I tug the antenna at the ears hardly, pulling this beast away from the pretty woman.
"Enough already."
"What? Just a little touch?"
"How many tis must you be reminded to not woo girls during your work?"
"It's a man's duty to pursue a pretty lady."
"You can do that when we're done with our work and duty here." And as usual, we continue to bicker.
"Erm鈥 think it's ti to begin the delivery?"
I look back and find Cattleya giving us a troubled, stunned look, "Ahh, sorry sorry. We'll do it now." I hurriedly apologize.
"Hurry!"
"Help out too!"
I chide my colleague who isn't doing anything and begin to unload the goods from the Icemobile. There are backup batteries, spare parts, charging cables-- all standard issue. Us robots are powered by electricity, so any items related to batteries are necessities.
Cattleya receives the issued items as she asks with a soft voice, "How's the 'torso' looking now?"
"Sa as usual, peace and calm. As for any drama, there's just Daisy and Gappy's argunts."
"Huh, again?"
"They're on such bad terms it's worrying."
"What's the reason this ti?"
"It looked like they were fighting over Oil Candy. We already said that we'll 'half' them in this situation, but they wouldn't listen."
"Oh dear."
Cattleya beams happily, and we continue talking as I sort the items out. We only et once a week, so there's a lot for us to discuss.
And right when we're about done unloading the goods, "Ah."
Cattleya looks up at the sky.
--Sky鈥?
Sparkling lights begin to fall gently from the ceiling. These are speckles of ice called Ceiling Dust, and though they are called dust, they are able to give off such a beautiful light and flutter down from the skies. This is one of the rare natural phenona that occur in this world of ice 500m underground, isolated from the world.
"So pretty鈥? Cattleya mutters as she looks up.
"You're prettier," Eisbahn says as he puts his arm around Cattleya's shoulder.
"Leave her already," I pull Eisbahn away.
The speckles of light continue to flutter and gather in the hall. Each of them forms complicated crystals in the shape of 'six-sided flowers in three layers', prettier as they overlap each other, coating the silver world with snow.
"Ti to go."
"Ehh~ let rest for a little while."
"No can do. We got another 30 houses to go to."
I drag my slacker of a colleague by his arm and hop on the Icemobile.
"Tchee!"
I ignore Eisbahn while he gives a childish reaction, and start the engine. The Icemobile bellows excitedly, rumbling,
"See you, Cattleya!"
"Be safe!"
Cattleya's voice can be heard from behind as I charge into the tunnel, headed to the next point. The goods piled up at the back of the Icemobile rattle. Though Eisbahn has been grumbling, he leans his body firmly onto .
I accelerate, and the ice crystals stuck on the Icemobile glitter as they drift to the back.
"Big sister!" "Welco back!" "Amaryllis!"
I return to the village, and the children gather. Soon, I'm surrounded by at least ten of them. 20 hours passed after a trip through the assigned path, and I return to the 'torso' again.
"I'm back, everyone. Have you been good kids?"
I pat each one of them on the hand, and they all reach their heads out to , going I want, I want.
"Listen, listen! I've worked hard to do a lot of 'parts shining'!"
"Really? That's great!"
"Sister, I did a lot of 'cutouts'!"
"That's really great!"
The children narrow their eyes happily as they get a pat on the heads by . They're all holding blue glowing translucent tals in their hands; the job of the children in this village is to use and polish these tals.
"Sister, let's play, let's play!"
"Sorry. I still have a lot of work to do. Later then."
I coax the children who continue to cling onto and leave the scene. I do want to stay with them for a little longer, but the most important thing is that I have to report what happened today.
I hurry down the road in the village. The sides of the road are lined with rows and rows of ice sculpted houses, and the light shining from the ceiling are sparkling like a starry sky.
I continue to marvel this typical, beautiful street scenery as I hurry on, and at this mont,
"Hey~Amaryllis! Good work!"
I'm called by a lively voice, and opposite the road, a tall woman is raising her hand, waving at .
"I'm back, Viscaria. The icemobile tyres feel a little weird."
"Got it. I'll have a look."
"It's parked at the usual place."
"Okay."
Viscaria Acanthus extends the feeler from her finger as a response. Her arms are made of tallic feelers, ant for repairs, tools like screwdrivers, hamrs, pincers, spanners, and bars contained within them. The 'chanic' in the village refers to her.
Viscaria points a feeler from her right index finger and adjusts the beret on her short red hair. This beret is her trademark.
"Haven't you been working too much? It's taxing on your body if you don't rest."
"Thanks, but I'm fine here."
"If you feel unwell anywhere, give a shout."
She waves the hand with the feeler pointed out, says 'goodbye', and leaves. Viscaria has the appearance of a 25-year-old woman, and to , she's soone who's like a reliable older sister to .
"Yo, Amaryllis!" "Welco back, vice chief!" "Good work today!"
"Everyone, I'm back!"
I answer their greetings with enthusiasm and continue to move forward.
After walking about 15 minutes, I'm finally able to see the village hall. It's a thick ice pillar that stands between the ground and the ceiling, and the town hall is located inside this hollow ice pillar. This is the central area of the village, one that has yet to change over 100 years.
I pass through the main doors that are shaped in an arch, and the first thing I see is the open atrium hall. I attach the cable placed on the reception counter to my arm and let it charge for 5 minutes. Back, then, I had to keep changing oils to maintain the internal functions, but with the rapid developnt of robotics engineering, simply recharging batteries alone is enough to keep running.
--My battery is recharged. 99.98%.
Once I'm done recharging, I continue to the inside of the village hall. I continue on by skating down the polished, shiny floor, down the corridor, and ascend the stairs. My feet step on the anti-slippery powder scattered on the stairs, qew qew, letting out a cute sound.
I ascend the last flights of stairs, and in front of is a transparent, tall door.
"Village Chief Chamomile!"
I raise my voice.
"It's Amaryllis! I'm back!'
Soon after, I hear a voice, "鈥o in." and the doors slide open. "Please excuse !" I step into the Village Chief's room excitedly.
The Chief's room is the core. The silver patterns on the ceiling race around, spreading throughout the entire wall like Tulip antennas stuck onto them. All the communications network in the village are centered around here, whether wired or not.
"Welco back, Amaryllis."
The Chief turns his 'head' over to with a rumble. Ever since he gave up on his body 30 years ago, the Chief continues to live on with rely a head. He's able to save on electricity without a head "This is saving electricity too." and that is his usual mantra.
"How are you feeling?"
"My shoulders have been a little stiff recently鈥?
"So I suppose there is nothing."
I ignore that light-hearted joke as usual and sit on the chair鈥?
"Now then, the report for today."
"What is Eisbahn doing?"
"Chasing after the butts of many young girls."
"Good to be young. When I was younger, I was called the Iron Playboy--"
"I shall skip on that since it is the 370th ti you're ntioning that."
If I leave him to continue, I'll have to hear a long autobiography that will last for at dozens of hours, so I pinch the Chief by his nose. He snorts, letting out a weird sound.
"Report. A round of delivery through 56 Issue points was done."
"Um, good work."
"There are 3 with tallic frostbite. Light injuries though, so just a change of parts."
"3鈥hat's a little too many."
"Maybe it's because the recent difference in temperatures causing it. I intend to focus on treating frostbites during the next 'body checkups'."
"Good."
I then propose other 2-3 ideas, and the Chief understood them all. If it gets a lot serious, there is a need to summon the mbers of the of the 'committee'. Other than that, the little problems are to be settled by the Chief. That is the rule of this village.
"Are you going to check on the 'Snow White'?"
"Yes. It's a daily thing鈥ow about you go have a look too, Chief?"
"No, I'll sleep鈥uuahh."
The Chief yawn, his head rolls onto the table, and he leaps onto the cushion he loves so much.
"Got to save electricity鈥?
He mutters his usual mantra and imdiately went to sleep mode.
I return to the entrance of the village and see Viscaria busy with repairs.
There are a few more tallic feelers, and 10 of these chords are reaching out, surrounding the icemobile and nimbly doing all kinds of independent maintenance on it. Everywhere, there are sounds of tal, tools hitting, blue flashes of laser and steam being released.
"How's it going?"
I poke my head to see. "Yeah." Viscaria answers as she lies on the floor. The way she leans under the icemobile resembles a frog who got knocked down in an accident. The iconic beret has landed by her side.
"There's a little problem with the vehicle itself鈥he wheels can't be used anymore, so I'm changing them."
"Good work."
"Where did you flip the vehicle?"
"No, I didn't. Why?"
"There's a strange crack on the handles鈥?
Viscaria points "Here, have a look.", and flickers one of her feelers to show .
"Ah, it's true."
As she says, there's a web-shaped crack on the icemobile steering wheel.
"But such cracks can appear when there is a drastic difference in temperature鈥?
"So it can't be used anymore?"
"No no, it's easy to repair it. Just lt the cracked part, and add soft cream back to it."
"Please do so."
"Got it."
Viscaria utilizes her right feelers nimbly, repairing many areas. All these feelers are moving in a lively manner.
"You're really dazzling a lot when you're repairing things, Viscaria."
"Really? I'm glad."
The repairman with the matching red short hair curls her lips up slightly, looking very delighted. She, whom I view as a reliable older sister, looks like a mischievous boy in such monts."
"I've been doing this for more than 300 years. I'm at the point where I can't calm down if I don't repair anything."
"Heh, I guess that's our calling."
"Calling鈥aybe it is, I don't know."
After that, Viscaria continues to repair for another 5 minutes. "Alright, I'm done." She shouts, and the feelers reaching out from her fingertips shrink back with a swoosh.
"Are you going over to 'Snow White' today?"
"Yep. It's a daily thing."
I get onto the icemobile, activating the engines with a boom.
"If you find that there's sothing wrong, co back to look for ."
"Understood. Thanks as always, Viscaria."
"Well. It's my calling."
With a swoosh, she reaches a feeler from her fingertip, adjusting her beret proudly.
And so,
"Why are you following too!?"
"Don't be so cold to ."
"Seriously, stop touching around! You big pervert!"
I lash out furiously at the man who's hitching a ride on the back seat. The man continues to sneer, saying, "Well well, let's get along." He has no intention of reflecting on his actions at all.
Here's how it happened. I bid farewell, got up onto the icemobile, preparing to look at the 'Snow White'. "I'm going too!" A guy with blond swept back hair leaps into the back seat--the na is Eisbahn Tricrytis.
I slap the filthy hand that's aiming for my butt and accelerate the speed of the icemobile. If I don't hurry there, I don't know what this sex offender sitting behind will do.
"You're being cold to ."
"Of course. I need to be as cold as possible to a guy like you who starts wooing girls at any given mont,:
"It's fine. We all have sex options installed on us."
This sex option refers to one of the functions installed in us robots that allows us robots to have sex. There are a lot of sex options installed in female robots, and I'm one of them.
"Sex options are prepared to service our masters. Not a good thing to be used on robots ourselves."
"It's because of such words from you that you'll always remain a virgin--guah!?"
I smash an elbow into the unruly guy behind , "Enough with that small talk鈥?" and growl.
Male robots with sex options installed in them will often tease won of the sa kind or do so sweet talk to create so atmosphere. Most of the ti, I guess they can't help it because they have such a setting, but Eisbahn, in particular, goes overboard. This guy will get his hand on a woman whenever he sees one.
--Ahh, let's hurry up and reach there already鈥?
While I continue on this unhappy two people ride, I cut right and left quickly. Finally, the surrounding ice walls beco clearer, and the layers of ice start to show a vibrant green. The villagers call this place the 'Ice Plant' zone, and all kinds of plants grow and bloom in the ice like art pieces. The end of this zone of Ice Plants is our destination today--the 'REM Forest'.
Grrr! The brakes cause the vehicle to shave the road, and I park the icemobile. Eisbahn quickly gets off the boot.
"Chief, do you hear ? I'm Amaryllis."
I cover the antenna at my ear with my hand, calling the Chief through the wireless, "Fuuuaaa鈥aving power, saving power鈥? only to hear a sleepy voice.
"Stop sleeping and open up."
I chide, "Alright." and the Chief's voice echoes in the Mind Circuit. The doors leading to 'Snow White' is probably about a 1m thick, and nobody is allowed to enter without the Chief's permission. Even I or a 'committee mber' like Eisbahn can't do so.
--It's cold鈥?
The mont the door opens, rich cold air resembling a white phantom rushes out. While this underground world is encased in ice, the temperature here is colder.
--External air intercept.
I increase the body temperature conditioning function by about 30%. Robots won't catch colds because of the cold temperature, but the oils or batteries inside the bodies may be damaged. In worse situations, there might be a sudden tallic exhaustion caused 'tal Frostbite.
"Nothing changed."
I looked up at the ceiling, and the first thing I see is a large 'Spindle'. This is the main computer controlling the entire 'Snow White'. The surroundings of this Spindle is covered with thin blood vessel-like fibres, appearing like a freeze dried fruit with a thin silver dress wrapped over it.
The Spindle continues to spin its massively long, slender body, shining its gentle light upon every corner of the room. This light is a unique 'pulse' that maintains the running of the system and maintains the nurous capsules called 'Cradles' that have beco one with the wall. These Cradles are the life supports protecting the lives of more than 300 of the 'Masters'.
This is the cryo facility that allows for life to continue under low temperatures--dubbed 'Snow White'.
A hundred years ago, there was a massive weather change on the surface, and the world went into an ice age. Due to unknown reasons, the 'cold wave' caused the entire land to freeze, and all animals and plants were practically extinct.
But even in such radically harsh environnt, humans--our masters never gave up. They built an underground shelter 'Snow White' to evacuate, and hibernate in there until the ice age ends. From babies till old people, 300 hundred humans continue to sleep, their aging process stopped in the process.
And during the days the masters sleep, us 'villagers' are tasked to maintain the running of the 'Snow White'. In this world of ice 500m underground, we create a little village, living for a hundred years. All the villagers are robots, and our only important mission is to protect the Snow White. The Mind Circuit with high autonomy installed in us is to make sure we protect the Snow White while the manual mode can't be used.
--One day.
I wonder as I look up at the Snow White.
One day, when the masters awake, I'll do my best to serve them and prove my value, whether it is to cook, wash clothes or cleaning, anything that I can think of, I'll do it. Also, if I'm allowed to, I want them to hear the songs I'm proud of.
I put my hands on my chest, humming the lullaby as usual.
Sleep well, sleep well, sleep well for today.
I shall continue to hold you in my arms, so sleep well.
One die, even if this country, is wiped out, the morning light,
Everything, and anything is for you.
That is why, sleep well, for today.
Until, the day, you wake up again.
The tune ends, and I hear a light clapping.
"It's a nice tune no matter how many tis I hear it."
I turn back to look and find Eisbahn leaning at the wall.
"Ahh, thanks."
"Feel like sleeping when I hear that."
"Are you praising ?'
After a pause, "Of course." Eisbahn answers.
--Master.
I cross my fingers in front of my chest and offer my usual prayers.
--Please, hurry and wake up.
We are waiting.
Tentatively waiting for the day our masters wake up in this underground world sealed by ice.
We have been doing so for more than a hundred years.
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